Tag: ourpoetry
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I have no idea what to call this, but here you go.
january ejected me into this new lifefeet first, cords that I tried to cut wrapped thrice round my throat choking meI work myself to the bone to make the best of this breech rebirth but there’s still all this wraththat I cannot shake you tell me to let it go but it’s seared into my…
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“supplication”
you have taken the world that I wasand left me empty craving longingis there anything that I can use to fill the chasm on the side of the bed where you once slept I stumble home if I can even still call it that for in the taking, you took more than just yourself you…
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I performed at Linneman’s last night and it went phenomenally!
I was so scared before and after that my chest felt like it had been hit with a frying pan, though.. -Allēna
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A more radio friendly version of my piece “Peak Milwaukee Queer Culture” played on Riverwest Radio today!
You can listen to the episode here. -Allēna
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We wrote object poems in workshop today.
faceless blessings in disguise looking askance at gift horseswith bejeweled eyesare they empty or full to the brimdo I hoard them or do I give them away is it finally my time to come out of hidingafter all the time that was stolen from me this little thing is winking at me offscreen I think…
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Well, I TRIED to perform at a domestic violence spoken word event my friend organized today.
But I got so fuckin triggered that I couldn’t do it, which honestly says a lot about how effective the writers and organizer were, and ended up eating my favorite Milwaukee comfort food, Mad Chicken, instead. Emerson was also a phenomenal comfort. -Allēna
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“18”
about our experiences at St. John’s College in Annapolis, MD I was only 18 when you lost me it was more than just a flesh wound I had just lost my father, it was second semester and everyone there was different, more liberal orleft leaning than me alcoholics alone in their dorms, trying to wash…
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I wrote this today. It’s called “why I love you”.
you asked me once suspended over a chasm of grief why I loved you I couldn’t string the words around you to tell you thenso I shall attempt to tell you now you are a lavender field earth still wet from spring rainand loving you is learning to dance again hair still wet through the…
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Allēna performed a very vulnerable piece tonight at Poet’s Monday.
This is called “body politics.” Here is the performance. -Australis, he/him, hello, I’m new.